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HIIII hope u doing ok!!!

HIIII!! Im terribly sorry for my lack of posts 🙁. I’ve lost total motivation for writing and unfortunately don’t know how to get my creativity back 💔. Then add on school and work into the mix, I have a horribly busy schedule. But I’ve been thinking hard of writing again I just don’t know what to write to get that spark back. Like I have so many awesome ideas but it’s like I can’t form my words. BUTTT besides that point I’m doing okay! I’m getting better slowly but i haven’t been in the right headspace 😔.. I’ll bounce back don’t worry! How have you been!?? 🫶.. Also thank you so much for checking in on me, it truly means a lot! 🫶🫶

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Small teaser? (Would anyone actually read it? Should I finish it? 👀)

I’m working on the requests as we speak but I am terribly sorry for how slow they are coming out. My mental health hasn’t that well here lately so I’ve been seriously struggling to write or do just about anything. But I promise I do see every request and am working on them as fast as possible ♡

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Fucking love this loser

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Do u have any rules for requesting?

I don’t have many rules when it comes to writing but I will ABSOLUTELY NOT write about

Incest

Anything relatively close to it

No minor x adult

No abusive situations

No rape

Nothing that is just freaking weird like fetishes and all that other than that all request are welcome!

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Just one chance Tamsy, PLEASE

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Are u alive I MISS U HOPE U OK

HIII YESSS, I’m alive!! So sorry for being gone. I’ve just been caught up with school and honestly lost motivation to write. But hey, I’m back now! And with a bunch of ideas though I’d still love some suggestions! I missed all y’all too 💔 BUT IM BACKK YAYAYAYAY

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Please hear me out on this we all know gojo loves sweets and can’t stand spicy stuff(I think)

Gojo x gf reader where he keeps getting take out waisting her food she made soooo to get him back she starts filling his JUNK FOOD with the hot sauce making him stop getting take out and starts eating her food BUT she’s not done with him she makes noodles and pours the spiciest hot sauce she has in his noddles forcing him to eat it resulting in the end of Gojo jk🥹

Sorry this ask is a bit more on the funny crack side

LOVED the sh gojo x reader fic it made me wanna cry it was BEAUTIFUL

IM SO SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER FOR THIS TO COME OUT!! But it’s done now and I really hope you like it! I’ve been super busy with school and my mental health I had to take a break but I’m back babes! <3

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Eat up boy, cause that’s all your getting!

Parings — Satoru Gojo x Gn!Reader

Summary — Cooking dinner each night only for it not be eaten was getting tiring. All that takeout Satoru was bringing back was frustrating. So he left you with no choice but to take matters into your own hands.

Warnings — Cussing, suggestive at times, one mention of death, NOT PROOFREAD!

An — I love writing little silly stories like these! Requests are still open!! I hope you enjoyed the story though Anon! <3

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A plate of Tamagoyaki sat in the middle of the table, the pleasant smell wafting in the air. Surrounding the Tamagoyaki was Onigiri.

Th entire room smelt as a mix of egg, rice, and nori. It smelt absolutely delicious to you, your own mouth watering at the food you’ve just made. You spend almost an hour and half cooking in the kitchen, but it was worth it. Although unfortunately for you, you’d have to wait for Satoru to get out of his hours long shower to eat. You always ate together, it was like a tradition between the two of you.

Almost like he was waiting for his cue, he came walking out from the shared bedroom. Wet head, with white hair sticking everywhere, almost like he just stuck a finger in a light socket. His gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He didn’t even bother to put on a shirt, he never did when he was home.

“Satoru! Dinners ready, Tamagoyaki and Onigiri. Your favorites” you called to him while peeking around the corner.

He paused with his left foot not even fully committing to touching the ground. He stared at you like he was just caught red handed doing something he wasn’t supposed to. His phone balanced in his hand without him even trying to grip it stable.

His eyes glanced from the area of the kitchen to you hanging onto the corner like you were spy. Without a heartbeat he smiled, his pace quickened to the kitchen.

“Babes, you didn’t have to” he spoke out with a mouth full of Tamagoyaki. The flavors melted onto his tongue making him nearly moan out in pleasure.

Sneaking a glance down at his phone, his heart quickened in his chest. The DoorDash order was nearly there.. he totally fucked up.

Even with the fact of his screw up hanging above his head, he plucked a Onigiri from the plate and pressed it to your lips, “say ahh”

His grin faltered for a split second as you took a bite, the food still in his hand, eye contact not breaking. This was not a time for a boner, or maybe it was. Distracting you might be the best option to not get a scolding once the food arrived.

Taking the last bite for himself. He leaned his body against yours, arms lying loosely on your sides, “what would I do without you?” he murmured against your lips.

Your fingers gazed his undercut. He groaned and pressed more into the kiss before sliding back and thumping his forehead against yours.

“Fuuckk, you know what that does to me,” he whispered out like it a secret he didn’t want broadcast on Tv.

“Freak”

His chest shaked as he laughed, yours falling along with his. He began to place breathless kisses to your face, starting from your forehead, down to your cheeks, jaw, and then finally back to your lips.

He was smoothering you in affection and it made your heart ache from pure happiness. He was like a dog, maybe a golden retriever? Always affectionate and wanting to do things, whether it was going out on the town or doing crafts at home. He had stamina beyond human comprehension, it was crazy, but you loved it.

Satoru peeked an eye open, glancing towards the window near the door. Right on time, he watched as a shadow passed by.

Sliding his hands up, he placed them over your ears, acting like it was a way to cage you in to his over lasting kiss. Your hips met with the counter behind you.

“Satoru, the food is gonna get cold!” You pressed against his chest, pushing him back slightly.

“Don’t care” he mumbled and pressed himself forwards to capture you back, like a fly to a Venus fly trap. He was sweet, but dangerous.

His hand pressed down more heavily on your ears. The sound of everything now sounding muffled but not completely deaf. Just muffled enough for you to not comprehend the doorbell ringing until it finally clicked and you were shoving him back.

“Satoru, door.” But he was persistent, not wanting to let go. He was just getting the mood going, why cockblock him?

“Huns, no one’s at the door” he pressed on trying to make his way back to your lips but unfortunately for him a hand had blocked his designation. “I heard the doorbell, I know I’m not crazy.”

You slipped from his arms. His arms fell to his side as he watched you walk towards the door. His mind was spiraling trying to figure out some excuse to not make you go to that damn door. “It’s probably just some sells people! Don’t answer it, they can’t know we’re here.”

He trailed behind you like a pouty dog. His lanky body clung to you dramatically, trying to slow you down and maybe even distract you. His body was slowing you down enough to now know there was something he didn’t want you to see.

“Satoru Motherfucking Gojo, get your lanky heavy ass off me right now” Your voice came out harsher than expected but it got the message clear through his head.

He whined in protest but let up. Even though he was the strongest sorcerer, the only person who could put him in his place was you. He’d listen to you like his life depended on it, which it did now. Because he was so dead.

His heart thumped heavily in his chest as you twisted the door open. He waited with anticipation for any reaction out of you. But it never came, which caught him completely off guard.

“Maybe you were right..” Your voice trailed off as you stepped out the door. Glancing around, you didn’t see anything, but that was until you spotted a small section of a bag sticking out behind your potted plant.

Curiosity killed the cat, which lead you to peaking around the pot, discovering what Gojo was fighting so hard to keep hidden.

Satoru wasn’t one to stand around and wait, especially not if he saw his death coming over the horizon. So like any sane person, by the time you were turning towards the doorway he was already long gone.

Which on his part was probably a good idea but for you, it made your skin itch, eyes twitch and the pure annoyance drip from your skin.

The front door slamming made his skin jump. The guilt was eating him up as he hid on the other side of the couch. Head peaking up, his eyes following your movements as you set the bag of food down onto the bar in the kitchen.

“Satoru” Your voice sounded sweet like honey, like you weren’t about to lead him into his own funeral.

He ducked back down as you glanced towards the couch.

He thought he was slick, he truly did. But you saw him long before you called out for him. He was too lanky and tall to properly hide in that pathetic spot.

Your footsteps faded as you walked down the hall calling his name out. Drawing out the suspense and making his blood pressure rise was more thrilling than going to him immediately. You wanted him to be afraid, more afraid than he was when fighting curses. And let’s be honest here, you were more terrifying mad than a curse was on a normal day.

His heart started to sooth out, feeling confident that he was safe for now. Testing his luck and growing more cocky, he raised to his knees and glanced around.

He released a sigh, smiling. He didn’t realize he was truly this scared. Turning towards his right. Jump scare.

He let out a startled scream and scaddled backwards landing on his ass. Pure panic set in and his infinity activated before you could even reach him.

Your eyebrow raised as your fingers were hit with a wall, mire inches from touching him.

The look of pure disgust on your face was worse than when Suguru had to deal with Toji’s fuck ass worm.

He knew how much you hated his infinity, especially when he put it up around you. It was the first serious conversation ya’ll ever had. An unspoken rule to never have it on around you.

“Satoru.. why is your infinity on?” It sounded like an interrogation. Like a blinding light was about to flick on and he’d find himself sitting inside an interrogation room trying to explain his side of the story.

“It uh.. You scared me!”

“I scared you?”

He nodded impatiently. What else was he supposed to do!? His fight or flight kicked in and he wasn’t about to hollow purple his other half.

“I don’t have the energy to do this” you shook your head.

“Why the absolute fuck did you order takeout whenever I told you I was cooking dinner. I specifically said not to order out, did I not?” You grew more aggravated as minutes ticked by.

Satoru looked away like a child who was caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner, guilty.

His mouth opened and shut, trying to dig himself out of the hole he placed himself in but nothing came out. He was caught red-handed and there was no hiding from it.

“Is my cooking that bad that you’d rather order takeout?”

“What? NO! Baby no, I love your cooking!” He defended immediately. But he wasn’t lying, he’d absolutely die for your food.

“Then why? Explain to me why you keep doing this”

“Well you see- uhh- you work so hard, and.. I wanna take a load of your back” he smiled nervously.

Your lips pressed into a thin line. Rubbing at your eyes you let out a shaky breath. You just wanted to hit the fuck out of him but that wasn’t an option.

“You know what” you raised your hands up with an annoyed smile “I don’t care anymore”

“..huh?”

“I don’t care, keep ordering takeout. I’m-” Your words fell silent.

Not even being able to finish your sentence shown how truly mad you were.

He felt his heart cracking as he stared at your back. You were too fed up to even talk with him anymore. He just sat there and watched as you walked away, he watched until you disappeared.

Carring himself over to where the food sat. He frowned at the bag of takeout, like it was the takeouts fault you were mad at him.

He sat down at the table with a sigh. Raising the food up to his mouth, he regretted his decision.

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The bedroom door creaked open slowly. Standing in the doorway was Satoru, the most guilty looking face he could muster up.

You sat against the headboard, book in hand with an unamused look as you watched the door open. It broke your heart to see him look like that but he needed to know you were fed up with him.

“Can I come in?” His voice sounded small, very unusually for the Satoru Gojo.

“It’s your bedroom too so do what you want” you turned your attention back to your book, reading a chapter before hearing his whine.

“Baby please, don’t be like that. Look at me! You’re killing me” he stopped at the foot of the bed, frowning heavily.

He stood there and waited for you to acknowledge him again but you never did. The silent treatment was exactly what he was getting, and he deserved it, he knew he did.

“I ate everything”

His words caught your attention. You glanced over the book at him. “Everything?”

He nodded his head silently.

“What you made and the takeout as well”

“You ate all of it?”

Lowering your book into your lap, you stared at him like you were seeing a ghost for the first time. “You can’t be serious Satoru..”

“But I am,” his voice came out a whiny honey tone.

Satoru could eat a lot, you knew that for a fact. But he couldn’t eat that much!

You were flabbergasted, no words would organize in your mind for you to speak. Not even when you watched him crawl up the bed and drop his head onto your thigh. His frowned deepened and he gave you those puppy dog eyes, the ones when he knew he was in trouble.

“Why..? Why would you eat all of it?” That was about the only question you could ask.

“Cause you were mad. And I don’t like you mad at me,” his voice came muffled from the skin of thigh. He glanced up at you with those damned saddened puppy dog eyes again. Curse him for mastering that look to manipulate you.

“I can’t even with you” you laugh unbelievably while shaking your head. The sigh escaped your lips before you could stop it. No matter how hard you tried, you could never be mad at him long.

“..soooo your not mad at me anymore?”

“Don’t push your luck Satoru”

“Yes ma’am..”

He smiled happily as you didn’t try to push him off your legs. A good sign for him that you weren’t too mad anymore.

He let out a small hum as your fingers trended through his snowy hair, pushing it back from his face. His eyes shut comfortably as he relaxed.

For once he was silent. It was nice. Being able to read while stroking his hair back.

As you flipped to the next page, a new chapter starting. His pointer finger curled at the top of the book and he pushed it down to look at you.

“..I’m running out of sweets, could you get me more? Please sweetheart”

Your eyebrow raised and you stared at him unamused. “Satoru..” Your voice came as a warning. Now he really was pushing your buttons.

“Are you trying to get on my last nerves? Cause you’re doing a fantastic job at that.” He stuck his lower lip out in a pout while just staring up at you.

“Fuck-fine, jeez. Put that lip away”

He cheered throwing a fist into the air. You couldn’t help but smile at his childish behavior.

“Did you know the human body contains about 7 trillion nerves? So it means I’m special if I managed to get on your last nerve.” He spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

You just stared blankly down at him, processing his words.

“You’re such a dork,” you laugh out while pushing his hair back into his face. He swatted at your hand and laughed with you.

“Correction, YOUR dork. Don’t forget that babes.”

“How could I ever forget.” You rolled your eyes with a smile. You could never forget, especially if he kept reminding you every day.

“You got work in the morning Satoru, go to sleep.” You boinked his head with your book.

He gave a whine and rubbed his forehead where you hit him at. Casting you a glare he shifted up and beside you. He plucked your book from your hands before you ever managed to place a bookmark in it and chunked it across the room.

You gasped out as you watched your book fly. The lamp flickered off and you were being pulled into Satoru’s embrace.

“You’re such an asshole!” You smacked at his chest lightly and he just giggled like a schoolgirl.

“You said we had to go to sleep and that book was in the way”

“I said YOU had to go to sleep-”

He pressed his finger to your lips shushing you. “Ah ah ahhhhy”

“We baby, we.. WE are going to sleep. Now shut that pretty little mouth and sleep or do I need to sing for my precious little angel”

“Please lord no. Never again. Please for everyone holy do not sing. You sound like a dying horse”

“OUCH??” He was actually offended. Everyone knew he was the best singer alive. He was good people would cry.

..okay maybe he sucked and they cried cause their ears hurt, but that’s besides the point! “..so rude” he groaned out in a tired voice.

“Mm.. yeah yeah, Goodnight Satoru,” you mumbled out against his chest.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and left his face buried there mumbling out a sleepy goodnight as well.

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You didn’t forget all those days you cooked dinner just for him to eat takeout, how could you? The days you had to throw away perfectly good food because he wouldn’t eat it and you just physically couldn’t eat it all yourself.

You remember all those days while you shopped picking up his sweets to satisfy his sweet tooth.

You dropped the bags onto the counter and sighed in relief, happy to be home. Shopping went faster than expected. There was hardly anyone there so you didn’t have to worry about wait, nor was there anyone their you knew so you didn’t get side tracked talking to them or running in the opposite direction to avoid conversation.

You thought about your plans for the rest of the day while putting up his sweets. That was until your eyes caught a certain glass bottle in the door of your fridge. Sriracha.. Satoru hated Sriracha, let’s be honest here, he hated ANYTHING spicy. Which made you grin. He wanted to order takeout and think there is no consequences, well he thought wrong. You were gonna use the thing he hates the most, spice.

So began your little mission. You filled his sugary sweets with Sriracha, wasabi, and anything that was just spicy he wouldn’t notice immediately. After sealing everything back up and putting them in their respective homes, you sat and waited for the games to begin.

And those games begin right as he walked through that door.

“I’m Homeeeee,” he called out hours later, sliding his blindfold off and letting his hair fall down.

He slipped his sunglasses on and stalked through the house searching for you.

“In here!” You called from the kitchen.

His grin widened as he slipped into the kitchen like he was racing. He pulled you into a hug, swaying both of you.

“What were you doing?” He hummed out glancing around not seeing dinner made. So clearly you weren’t cooking.

“I was getting a drink.”

He let out a little ‘oh’ and released you.

“Did you get them?”

“Get what?- oh your sweets? Yeah, I got them.” You smiled sweetly at him. Pointing at the cabinet they were in he strolled over to it pulling some choices out and getting excited like a little kid on Christmas.

“Yess!! My favorite and they were in stock?! Today is my luck day!” He pulled the wrapper open and popped it into his mouth without a second thought.

You watched his face closely. He was chewing happily, his jaw flexing until it slowed down to complete stop. He stood there body stiff and frozen like time had just stopped.

“What’s wrong Satoru? Does it not taste right?” You asked innocently already knowing damn well it didn’t taste right at all.

He moved faster than you expected. Haunched over the trash can spitting it out. The faces he was making were priceless. You had to cover your mouth to not bust out laughing.

He rushed to the sink, gagging and coughing. He collected water into his hands and drunk, not caring to grab a glass. His mouth was on fire. He wasn’t thinking straight nor could he answer you.

The water wasn’t working. His tongue was burning. He ripped the fridge door open, nearly taking the door clean off. He was grabbing the milk, unscrewing the lid and drinking straight from the jug.

“Satoru that’s disgusting! Oh my lord-“ You watched as milk escaped past his lips and trailed down all over his clothes and into a puddle on the floor. It really looked like one of those dramatic movie scenes.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You snickered at first before erupting into laughter.

As he lowered the milk from his mouth, he stared at you. More like stared through you. “You did something to my sweets..” He spoke at last with an accusing raspy tone.

“I did what was necessary, next time ask before getting takeout.” You shrugged your shoulders walking out of the kitchen still laughing.

He stared bewildered where you were just standing. He stumbled over his words before yelling.

“YOU HATE ME AND WANT ME TO DIE”

He really was a drama queen.

He glanced at the rest of the sweets in the cabinet. Surely you weren’t evil enough to tamper with them all, right..? Well you were..

And he was back at it again chugging milk and crying in pain and disgust. He was never trusting you around his sweets again, his precious little sweets. Poor babies didn’t do anything and you hurt them. But at least he learned his lesson.. somewhat.

He ran into a few sweets that were still laced with spice that you forgot you hid away. So you got the enjoyment again of laughing your ass off watching him struggle to not cry out and hold a straight face.

Safe to say he’s never trusting you on sugar duty again.

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– ✮⋆˙ I’m so so sorry it took forever for me to get this out! I’ve been so busy with school and my mental health I totally forgot. And I’m terribly sorry if the ending is rushed, I just really wanted to get this out for you!! But I do hope you enjoyed <3

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TW SH

Hiii umm I LOVE your Gojo writing and I was wondering if i could make a request I have some cuts on me from my past and was hoping I could request younger 16-18 bf gojo x 16-18 gf reader

where he see her cuts on her arms hip legs (wherever you want) and him being a dumbass just think it’s from curses fights until hes talking about it to geto or shoko and they yell at him for being stupid for not seeing that it was actually (SH) and he RUNS to readers room right as she’s about to (SH) and stops her and comforting her

I’m REALLY REALLY sorry if this goes against any rules u have or if it makes you uncomfortable please change it to something else like maybe he doesn’t realize that reader depressed instead of (SH) if it makes you uncomfortable!!!!

Please take your time if u write it I understand if your busy and u have a life out of writing

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Hii!! I’m so so so sorry it took me forever to write this!! I unfortunately didn’t see this request but now I have!! It’s all written out and posted! I truly hope your doing better now <3

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Baby Don’t cut..

Parings — Satoru Gojo x Gn!Reader

Summary — Satoru has never been one to known certain key signs, especially when it comes to mental health.

Warnings — Mentions of SH, acts of SH, angst with comfort, Not proofread!!

AN — So sorry this took forever to come out Anon! I do hope you’re doing better though, I understand what it is like and really hope this brought comfort to you and others. <3

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Satoru’s fingers idly traced the veins in your legs. His eyes half shut as he focused on particularly nothing. He’d been silent for the past hour, granting you that pleasing silence you craved while working on the report from a following mission you both returned from.

He sat on the ground between your legs, face pressed against your knee opposite from the one his finger was tracing. While you sat on the edge of the bed, hard textbook being a flat surface for you to fill out paperwork on.

You weren’t necessarily paying attention to him. Mainly due to the heaping amount of paperwork that you were facing, so you didn’t notice when his finger dipped beneath your shorts.

Following one of the veins in your legs, it lead beneath your shorts. His finger followed up, your shorts raising in the process. Running his finger over a scab he thought nothing of it until he started to feel more of them. His movements hauled. He raised up from his spot and stared at the cuts that littered your thigh.

He blinked a few times. His mind not quite processing what he was exactly seeing. He was practically brain dead from the mission. But it didn’t stop his finger from changing course and tracing the cuts.

His nails made goose bumps awaken on your legs. The shiver reaching your spine and making your arms shake. Finally it drew you from the paper, making you peek above the textbook and look down to see what he was up to. The sight alone of your shorts being pushed up and cuts shown made you freeze. It was like a secret that had been broadcast without your permission. Your voice caught in your throat, not giving you the chance to explain. Your heart hammered against your chest, panic setting in.

You made eye contact with him. His glasses slid down to the tip of his nose while he looked up through his lashes.

It felt like your entire world just stopped. Like the space around you kept going while you were stuck in this moment forever. The only sound you could process was the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. It was deafening. The silent between you both was deafening. Not knowing if he was going to speak, not knowing his reaction was killing you.

He just glanced back down at your thighs. His curiosity peeked as he slid the shorts on your other leg up revealing the same cuts on that leg as well.

What was causing these cuts?

“..Are these from curses?” He finally asked breaking the silence.

His stupidity was the only thing that saved you.

“Yeah! Yes, it’s from curses” You answered almost too quickly

“Those are weird looking cuts though” he murmured while staring down at them.

“The curse had claw like features for hands. It was weird..”

Your heart was nearly trying to beat out of your chest. The pen in your hand shaking from how much you were trembling. And if you weren’t shaking before you surely were now. It was like the nervousness was shot into your nerves making you shiver uncontrollably.

Satoru glanced up and watched the way the pen shook in your trembling hands. His hands slid up your thighs to your hips as he stood up from his position on the floor.

“Gibme that” he pulled the textbook from your hands and dropped it somewhere down onto the ground. The papers fluttered around your flooring but he didn’t care. The pen fell from your hands and got lost somewhere in your comforter.

“Lay down with me, you need it, we need it”

His fingers pressed into your stomach making you lay back against the bed. Slipping a pillow beneath your head he followed after you.

He laid his sun glasses near the top of the mattress somewhere before pressing his face into your shoulder. His left leg hiked up and laid across yours as his arm followed and draped across your stomach, completely holding you down with his body weight now.

“Satoru, I have to finish that paperwork” you attempted a protest. Your heart finally calmed down once you realized he had absolutely no clue what was actually happening. But it also made a part of you feel guilty.

“You can finish it later” his voice came out muffled against you.

“But I-”

“No butts, nope, nadda, nothing”

Sighing, you knew you were defeated. Once he focused on something, Satoru wouldn’t let up until he got his way.

“You could barely hold a pen without it shaking like we were in an earthquake. So obviously you’re tired and need rest.”

Yeah sure, you were definitely tired. Being tired may have added to the factor but the fact that your biggest secret was almost revealed was the main cause.

“Just take a nap with me” his voice trailed off as he himself drifted off in the matter of seconds, which for Satoru Gojo, wasn’t typically normal.

“Maybe you’re right, a nap may help” it may help the guilt that you felt welling in your gut. Sleep was always the answer, you can’t dwell on the issue if you were asleep.

It took a while but soon you followed in his footsteps and drifted off to that dreamless land.

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For the next few days Satoru couldn’t get his mind off what he saw. Something just wasn’t sitting right with him. You wouldn’t lie to him, surely you wouldn’t. Would you?

He rocked his soda on the rim. His hand holding his hand up as he sat at the wooden picnic tables with Suguru and Shoko. His mind was elsewhere as the two others talk.

“Satoru”

“Gojo!”

They both called his name but he didn’t react. Some of his soda spilt out the side as he tipped it too far.

“Satoru Motherfucking Gojo!!” Suguru’s voice called him from his thoughts.

He finally glanced up.

Suguru was drilling holes into him by just the way he was staring at him. “What is your problem dude?”

“I don’t have a problem” he protested while sitting up straighter.

“You do Gojo, you’ve been daydreaming this entire time.”

Shoko chimed in with a raised eyebrow. “So what’s going on with you?”

He exhaled sharply and dropped the can from his gasp. “Alright, well I saw something that just.. didn’t look quite right to me.”

“What did you see?”

They both leaned forward, interested. Whatever had Gojo being silent and lost in thought for so long must be important.

“Have you ever seen cuts that were like.. horizontal but clustered together? Well not like clustered together but close together?”

For a second everyone was quiet. Suguru and Shoko glanced between each other then back at Satoru.

“..were they like, on the thinner side?” Suguru’s tone dropped as he asked, almost like this was a question he dreaded to ask.

“I believe so.. yeah”

Satoru confirmed after taking a small moment to think back to the sight.

“Who..”

“What do you mean who?..” He could feel the air shift, his own nerves starting to come alive.

“Who has these cuts”

He hesitated even answering. It felt like this was a conversation and he didn’t want to put your name out there. To draw more attention to the issue.

“That’s.. I don’t want-”

“Self harm Satoru! Its self harm cuts”

His voice died in his throat as he sat there. All he could do was stare at them both. They both explained it but he already knew now. And he felt like his world was falling apart. How could he have been so damn stupid to not realize what was truly happening there?

“I need to go, now” He was already up and swinging himself out of the bench.

Suguru and Shoko watched as he sprinted.

Not fast enough. The air shifted around him and he was gone within thin air.

The air shifted around in your bedroom before he dropped in, turning and scanning the entire room before his eyes landed on the closed bathroom door.

“Babes, you in there?” He was twisting the door knob while knocking with his other hand.

Not giving you the chance to even answer he was pushing the door open.

His heart completely dropped.

There you were, sitting on the floor. Knife in hand, blade creasing into the skin of your thighs. You stared back at him. Too stunned to even realize what was happening. He was just here all of a sudden.

“Satoru I can explain-” there was nothing to explain. He knew what was going on but he just froze.

Now it was his turn for his heart to be hammering against his chest, like it was trying to break free from his body. His ears rang as he stared, the knob in his hand cracking slightly as he clinched his hand.

He didn’t even realize he was moving but his legs acted on their own. He was crouched down in front of you, hand gripping the knife and taking it from your hand before throwing it behind him and letting it slide off somewhere. His fingers tangled into your hair and he pulled you against him. Your face pressing right against where his heart is, you could hear how fast it was beating.

“Baby” his voice came out weak, almost broken”

“Don’t cut.. please”

His shirt dampened from your tears. He could feel you crying and that broke him further. His tough boy act dropped, his shoulders shaking lightly as he too, shedded a few tears.

“I know.. I know that the knife feels like it’s your only friend” His voice was cracking as he spoke. His trail of thoughts were moving faster than he could keep up with.

“It’s not. It’s not your only friend. I’m here too, I’ll be anything as long as I’m here. Friend, boyfriend, a fucking stranger if I have to” his laugh came out empty. “But please, please don’t cut, no more. Not anymore. I’m sorry, fucking damnit I’m sorry. I should have caught on quicker. I’m an idiot, a damn idiot for not being there and I’m so fucking sorry.”

He was placing numerous kisses to the top of your head as he spoke.

“I will always be here.. okay baby? Always. No matter what. No matter the day or time. You call and I’ll be here faster than you can blink. Please.. just please promise me you will stop…”

He was struggling to even speak. His emotions were winding him up and just making it hard for him to even think straight.

Your crying broke into full sobs at just hearing his voice crack. Your hands gripped at his shirt.

“It’s okay.. hey hey.. it’s okay, I’m here.” He reassured you quietly.

But it was too much, too soon. You didn’t mean for this to happen. But now it was and you were having to face it.

“Take your time.. I’m not leaving, I promise. Cry it all out. I’m here” He murmured into your hair.

You weren’t able to talk. The spit falling from your mouth was enough to show you weren’t stable enough to talk. He didn’t need you to talk, he just needed you to know he was there. Through thick and thin he would be there, no matter what.

So there you both sat, on the bathroom floor together crying and letting your emotions out. The best stress reliever there is..

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“Leg check”

Satoru stood in front of you patiently. His eyes staring down at your legs as you raised your shorts up enough to show him the healing cuts. They were healing well actually.

Ever since that day he’d been watching you closely. Making sure you were alright but not overstepping his line.

His grin widened as he strolled over to the calendar on the wall. In black sharpie he drew a line through the day dates.

“A week clean!” He pointed at the 7 black lines through each day.

He practically jumped at you, bring you down onto the bed and tickling at your sides just to hear you laugh.

You pushed at his chest trying to get away from his grip. He settled down and just laid there with you.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m so proud of you” his tone was low, showing the sincere side of him.

“I don’t think you truly understand how proud I am. My heart is just bursting with joy! We should celebrate! This is important, this is amazing!”

He dragged you up and out of bed like a rag doll. Ushering you to get some shoes on, he was dragging you out the door. And as the door shut, so did the pain in your chest. Cause being with him made life better, brighter, even when life shows you the darkness, once you find that spark it makes everything better.

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An — For people who struggle with Sh, I hope this helps in some way. I know life is difficult, it’s a bitch. I’ve struggled, and I’ve harmed myself too. But I do promise it gets better. Right now it may not seem that way, everything may feel like it’s out of your control or you feel like everything is against you. It’s not, I promise. It’s like obstacles in a video game. Once you learn to beat it, it gets easier. So I truly do hope for the people out there who are struggling you find that happiness you seek. And get help from people. Friends, family, or even strangers online. You’re loved and cared for, I don’t have to know you to know that I love and care about you. Be strong okay? I’m rooting for you <3

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Summary: Dealing with your depression is like a never ending hole you can’t crawl out of. But Satoru is here to let you know you’re not alone, especially when he’s here.

Satoru x gn!reader

⚠️ Warning: Mentions of depression, angst with comfort, NOT PROOFREAD

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Most days now you dreaded leaving the safety of your home. It took more energy to pull yourself out of bed. Honestly most days you didn’t leave your warm bed.

It felt like your entire world was collapsing around you and all you could do was watch it happen. Your mind ran a thousand miles per minute. There was too much going on up there in your head you couldn’t focus.

Your phone lit up in the dark room, another message. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

Satoru.

He’d been texting you constantly for the last few days. Most messages you’d reply but only in short amounts of words. You didn’t feel like talking. The only thing you wanted was to isolate yourself and be left alone. But of course that wasn’t the ideal style Gojo would let happen.

No no, he definitely wouldn’t let that happen. Not over his dead body but unfortunately for him. He was stuck on a mission a few hours from home. Though luckily, he was the strongest after all, so the mission was wrapped up pretty quickly. And so now he was on his way home.

You stared at the last text he send. He was coming home tonight? Just your luck..

You planted your feet onto the wooden floors and stood up. In just a few steps you made it to the mirror you had up on the closet door. Even in the dark room you could see your reflection staring back at you. Your hair a mess, strands sticking everywhere unbrushed. Dark circles beneath your eyes showed the lack of sleep you’ve gotten.

You hated staring at yourself, hated the way you looked. Your arms inclosed around your stomach. Your body.. You hated your body, your stomach, your legs, your arms, and your face. Why couldn’t you look amazing like all those other people? All those girls with astonishing smooth hair, or those guys with charming smiles. Why couldn’t you be like them?

It made you jealous. Especially when it came to Satoru. How could someone have so many amazing features and pick a person like you? Everyone always fonded over him but never batted an eye towards you. It wasn’t fair. What did he see in you? Whatever he saw in you, you surely couldn’t see it.

Bringing a hand up to your face, you felt how face had dampened. When did you start crying? Your eyes trailed back to yourself in the mirror. Watching as the tears trail down your face you made no move to wipe them. You just let them fall to the floor. It was pathetic to cry, wasn’t it?

Turning in your spot you looked back at the mess in your bedroom. Clothes discarded everywhere on the floor. Food wrappers littered the ground, the nightstand, and on your bed. Typically you weren’t that messy of a person but now you just didn’t have the energy to clean it up. Just seeing the amount of food wrappers around the room made you cry more. Why had you eaten so much?

Crumbling to the ground you inclosed in on yourself. Your chest tightened with pain. But feeling left just as quickly as it came. So now you were just left there staring at the floor.

It took minutes before you could even pull yourself together enough to get up from the floor and go back to your bed. Why did you even get up? You couldn’t remember at this point. Everything felt like a blur. Your life, reality. Was it even real? Were you real..

The blankets seemed to swallow you whole as you curled into them. Your tears soaked the pillow cover as you buried your face into it. Why couldn’t you be happy.. You gripped at your hair and pulled at it slightly. Your eyes began to grow heavy. And finally after a while, your exhaustion took over and you fell to sleep.

The door creaked open hours later. As Satoru stepped in, his foot crunched down on a wrapper. His attention drawn to it then to the rest of the room. It look a tornado had struck while he was away. As he walked more into the room he saw just how bad the mess was. Then lying on the bed was your lump beneath the covers.

Instead of him getting mad, he picked up the room, threw away the wrappers and put the clothes in the dirty laundry. Then finally he sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed your shoulder gently.

“Guess who’s home” He sang out in a low voice. He knew the state you were in, having seen the room and from the messages you sent.

He sat patiently waiting to see if you’d respond or even wake up. Nothing.. His patience ran thin within seconds until finally he shook your shoulders.

“Your amazing, hot, and sexy boyfriend is home” He whined out, bending his lanky body down and pressing kisses against the side of your head. “Wakey Wakey eggs and bakeyy”

He heard a groan come from you and he grinned. “There you are!”

He flipped you over with ease and stared down at you just grinning happily. He watched as your eyes opened and you stared up at him disoriented.

“Morning sunshine, how was your nap?” He rubbed your cheek gently.

Pressing your lips into a thin line you didn’t speak for a few minutes.. “fine” you turned your head away from him.

Oh he wasn’t having that, not one bit.

Slipping his arm beneath your back then under your legs, he picked you up and plopped you down into his lap. You sat sideways with your head against his chest as he stroked your hair. “Nay uh.. not happening”

“I know something is bothering you” He lowered his voice getting serious this time. “I may act stupid all the time but I know when somethings seriously wrong..”

“Please.. talk to me” He crooked out the last part, his voice breaking like he was going to cry.

Just his voice breaking alone made you stare up at him. Hooking your fingers beneath his blindfold you slid it off his head. His eyes looked glossy like tears were swelling up in them.

Your heart broke in an instant. You didn’t mean to make him cry.. you were making the strongest cry. The tears in your own eyes resurfaced and streamed down your face.

“Baby..” He spoke out grabbing your face and wiping the tears away.

“I’m sorry..” The apologies streamed out from your throat quicker than you could keep up. Stumbling over your words didn’t help as your spilt made it even more hard to talk.

“Hey hey no no.. don’t apologize! You have nothing to apologize for!” He scrambled on his own words.

He wasn’t the best at comforting people, that was more of Suguru’s job. He was just supposed to be the joker of the group.

He gripped your face rather tightly and pressed his lips against yours to silent you. Then he pulled back and sighed out, “enough now”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.. once you’re ready please talk to me.. okay?”

You nodded your head with a shaky breath. Once you calmed down enough you’d try and tell him.

Satoru shifted and sat you next to him, his hand squeezing your knee. “How about I make us some food? I’m pretty hungry and I can imagine you might be munchy”

Redundantly you agreed and he set off towards the kitchen to make food.. “Don’t burn the house down” you whispered out as he left the room. You still had it in you to crack a couple of jokes.

You spend some of the time to collect yourself enough for you to talk. Emerging from the room you found him in the kitchen cooking something on the stove.

“What are you cooking?”

He peaked over his shoulder at you with a smile. “Guess!”

“It smells like noodles..”

He gave a cheeky grin and a big thumbs up “ding ding ding! Correct as always my darling”

He made you crack a small smile. His hand covered his mouth as he gasped dramatically. “Did you just.. smile!? Was that a smile I saw?!” He pinched your cheeks which made you swat at his hands.

“Knock it off Satoru!” He had you laughing now, which was amazing on his part.

Finally he gave you a break to finish cooking the noodles. His back turned towards you which just gave you the courage to finally speak.

“It’s my depression.. I feel like I fell back into the hole I fought so hard to get out of..”

Satoru’s movements slowed down enough to show you he was listening.

“I don’t understand what’s going on” You continued on “I’m struggling to.. even do simple tasks. I’m exhausted all the time. And I just.. have thoughts I used to not have. Or thoughts I haven’t thought of in a few years..”

“What kind of thoughts?” He turned and glanced at you slightly over his shoulder. You felt small under his gaze. Like it was wrong to even be talking about this.

“Thoughts like I was useless, I wasn’t needed around anymore, and just.. yeah” you trailed off, feeling embarrassed for even talking about it.

The fork he was holding clanked down into the pot as he turned towards you. For a moment he just stared without saying anything, like he was trying to find the right words to say.

“You’re not useless, to start off. And everyone needs you!! Especially me! If hollow purple this entire world if something were to happen to you. I’d break every damn rule this world has to offer to save you.” He gripped your face, making you look at him. Making you feel the words he’s saying.

“You will always be needed in my life. You are my world. I’d kill a thousand cursed, a thousand people if I must!” He kept on going.

“..Satoru” you called to him softly. His words melted your heart. Your face flushed the more he spoke, but then the color drained slightly.

“Baby please.. if you ever feel like this again”

“Satoru”

“You need to tell me! I want to help please let me help, I want you happy”

“Gojo!”

“No no Gojoing me, you’re gonna listen to my words! I need you to know how much you mean to me”

“Satoru Gojo! The stove!!”

He spun around on his heels immediately. The noodles were on fire. In a panic he let out a screech and grabbed the pot about to run for the sink to drown the fire in water. Before getting far you grabbed a towel and smothered the fire putting it out immediately.

He let out a nervous laugh as you both stared down at the now burnt noodles. “This is why you aren’t trusted to cook” you sighed out.

Taking the pot from him, you decided to make dinner for the both of you.

Ten minutes later the food was finished and you both sat on the bed. He started to eat immediately, he could eat a lot and still be hungry. You on the other hand, you stared down at the food unsure if you wanted to eat it or not.

He gave you a sideways glance and watched you for a moment. Some noodles stuck out of his mouth before he slurped them up and swallowed them. He lowered the bowl and turned his upper body towards you.

His mouth opened like he went to ask a question but nothing came it. He answered his own question before he could even ask it.

Satoru slipped his arm behind you and leaned you closer for him to press a kiss against the side of your head. “Just so you know I love your body just the way it is” he mumbled against your hair

“How- did you?”

“I watch the way you clutch your stomach sometimes, like you’re trying to hide it” he leaned back to look at you.

“I know just me saying I adore your body isn’t going to.. satisfy you? If I’m phrasing that right.. if you’d like. We can work out together? You can get your body to how you want it and ill support you ever bit of the way!” He punched into the air.

“You’d really do that for me?”

“Of course I would! I’d do anything for my snookems” He pinched your cheek.

“Honestly I think your body is just” he made a slurping noise while popping his lips at the end. He wiggling his eyebrows at you. You cracked a grin that broke into a laugh as you pushed him away.

Sticking his chopsticks into your bowl, he brought it up to your mouth. “Say ahhh for daddy Gojo”

You took the noodles from the chopsticks but stopped as you realized what he just referred to himself as. The noodles tasted amazing but that didn’t stop you from staring at him disapprovingly.

Eventually you both finish eating. Him first of course, then he helped you eat by stealing a few bites for himself. Satoru twirled a piece of your hair around his finger.

“Maybe a nice hot bath would make you feel slightly better!” He suggested immediately

The idea didn’t sound too bad actually. Sitting in a tub with nice hot water. You nodded your head to his idea and placed the bowl onto your nightstand.

“That sounds nice.. actually”

“Oh oh oh! Let me help! I can massage and rub your back-”

“Absolutely not.” You cut him off

“What!? Why not?” He whined out in protest.

“Remember what happened last time”

He sunk down into the bed with a nervous smile on his face. Your eyebrow raised since you knew he remembered it clear as day.

“Point taken..” he mumbled sheepishly.

He sat on the bed and watch as you move around the room gathering clothes then disappearing into the bathroom with the door shutting behind you.

For a while he sat there silently. His eyes softening and his smile dropping. He just stared at the bathroom door like a lost puppy..

“I hope I was enough to make you happy” he whispered as his heart clinched. He tried his best, maybe he wasn’t good at this kinda thing but he gave it his all. All his words from his heart, no question about it. He truly did love you.

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An: Hey guys! I know this isn’t something I typically write about. I would like to apologize for leaving suddenly and not posting. I needed to take a break because of my mental health. I’ve been lacking motivation to do anything honestly. I’ve just been struggling and having problems trying to rightly find myself. But I am coming back to posting! It may not be as frequently but I am trying. I have loads of stories I’m working on. My requests are open! Just request if you want a story written and I’ll do my best to get it out as soon as possible! Again I do apologize for my leave of absences, but I’m very glad to be back again!

Requests are open <3

<> Bugs out 🐛

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Summary: With Satoru being long gone on a mission, his two lovers find themselves missing him more than they thought they would.

Poly! SatoSuguru x Reader

Warnings: slightly angst, mention of killing, NOT PROOFREAD!!!

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The thunderstorm rippled across the night sky. The rain plummeted down harshly. Thunder cracked and echoed throughout the entire house. Lightening struck down shining a bright light through the windows.

The storm has been like this since last night around 12am. It had woken you up nearing 4am, and not being able to fall back to sleep. You curled up beneath blankets on the couch, looking out the window watching as the rain came down.

Rain drops slid down the cool glass. The outside world fogged away from your sights. Cold air nipped at your skin as you shifted more into the blankets. You’d been lost in your thoughts for a while now. Your eyes never leaving the window. The rain was just a background noise now, something to soothe the heartache that burned up throughout your body.

You missed him, more than you wanted to admit. The way he’d crack jokes to cheer you up, even if they were stupid. The way he’d make you breakfast perfectly. Pancakes fluffy and buttery looking, but somehow, he always managed to burn the eggs. How did he always burn them? No one truly knew.

Satoru was sent away on a mission a few weeks ago. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Destroy the curses, clean up the place and return home. But there was more to the story than what was said. Things went wrong and Satoru found himself stuck there for a while longer. He wasn’t allowed to come home, said it would take a month to complete.

Sometimes you’d look back at that last message he sent. The one saying he couldn’t come home yet. Your heart would ache, tears would swell up but you’d never cry. You’d swallow it all back down and force yourself to believe it was all fine. Deep down you knew it wasn’t fine, not even in the slightest. It wasn’t fair. They used Satoru like he was just a weapon, they never treated him like he was a human with feelings. Sometimes just watching the way they spoke to him made your blood boil but then you’d have to remember it was best to keep your mouth shut or he’d get it then worse than he already does.

The shaking of the house caused you to come out of your thoughts. The thunder was harsh. The light above the oven flickered then settled down. It seemed the storm wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway from behind you. A tired voice calling out your name as Suguru entered the living room.

You looked over your shoulder at him.

His hair was a mess. Strands of jet black hair sticking up everywhere from the sloppy low bun he put it in. His eyes were heavy from sleep. He pushed his hand up below his shirt and itched at his chest. His pants hung low on his hips, the bottoms pooling around his feet.

“You in here?” He slurred out in an exhausted voice.

His eyes finally focused on your figure that was huddled up on the couch. “You are”

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He questioned as he headed in your direction. He bent over the couch and pressed a soothing kiss to your forehead as he leaned against the back of the couch.

“Storm woke me up and I couldn’t fall back to sleep” You whispered back, your eyes trailed back the window watching the rain again.

It was silent except for the rain. You with your thoughts and Suguru with his focus on staying awake.

“Do you wanna try and sleep again?” He pressed himself up and stretched. His shirt raised up showing his lower stomach and his dark trail that dipped below his sleep pants.

“Not really”

He hummed and left the couch and made his way into the kitchen. The light flickered on and you could hear him shuffling about in there. The sound of the coffee pot brewing filled the silence. And finally he emerged with a cup of coffee for himself. The steam rose off of it as he blew and took steady sips of it.

The coffee cup made a click as it was placed on the glass coffee table. Suguru sat down beside you and watched the rain as well. It was a comfortable silence between you both.

“I miss him” You broke the silence after a while

Suguru remained silent. He kept staring at the window til he lowered his head into his hands. “Me too” he spoke at last.

“Really?”

“Yes really” he chuckled out as he glanced at you like you couldn’t be serious. “As much as he annoys me, it doesn’t mean I don’t miss him and his cringy ass jokes”

“It’s so quiet without him here” you lowered head into the blankets.

“I know.. it’s deafening silent and I’m sorry”

“I’m not blaming you Sugu”

You reached out and played with a lock of his hair that had fallen from the bun. His hair was always so smooth and shiny looking. He really did prioritize his hair.

“How long til he gets to come home?”

Suguru raised his head up “I don’t know. I think it’s changed again”

“Again? I can’t keep doing this. I swear I’m about to give those old bitches a piece of my mind”

Suguru let out a laugh as he looked at you. “And I’ll help you out baby”

“Yeah!” You grew excited. Clapping your hands together you grabbed his arms afterwards and shook him slightly. “You can release a few curses on them to rile them up, scare them.”

Suguru smiled at your eagerness “As much as I love that idea, it may make matters worse.”

“Not if it kills them”

It took everything in him not to bust out laughing. He pulled you down with him. The blankets around you came undone and fluttered down on you both. Your head rested against his chest as y’all laid back on the couch.

He pressed kisses to your forehead again then trailed them down your face. He kept you wrapped up in his embrace as he peppered your entire face in kisses.

You struggle against his arms while laughing. He let out his own laughs as he finally gave up his attacks and leaned his head back against the arm of the couch.

“Maybe we should give him a welcoming gift once he returns?” He sounded out of breath

“Like what? Us oiled up on the bed ready for him?”

Suguru turned his head away and just busted out laughing. He shook his head trying to calm his stomach down from how hard he was laughing. That truly caught him off guard.

“No no.. as much as he’d love that, no.. something special for him?” He looked back at you.

It was hard to think of something that would truly be special for Satoru.

“We don’t have to have an idea now, he won’t be back for a while so we have plenty of time to brainstorm” his fingers trailed through your hair.

You shut your eyes as he stroked your hair. His heartbeat was like a melody to your ears. It reminded you that you weren’t alone and that he was there with you.

“It’s just not fair” You said after a while

“What isn’t?”

“How they treat him” moving you shifted and laid your chin on his chest to look at his face.

“They treat him like he’s a weapon. Like he isn’t a human. Why do we just let them get away with this? They overuse him. He deserves to have a break too you know. Even the strongest need a break sometimes.”

He frowned at your words. You were right, it wasn’t fair. But no one could exactly do anything about it. The higher-ups always got what they wanted. And if they didn’t, they’d throw fits like they were toddlers.

Suguru moved your head and made you lay back down. His scratched at your scalp and threaded his fingers throughout your hair again.

“I know.. I know it isn’t fair. I don’t agree with it either. I wish there was a world where he didn’t have the be the strongest.” His voice trailed off the more he spoke.

“..me too” you whisper to him.

The sound of the rain and the feeling of his hand in your hair was making you doze off. Your eyes grew more heavy by the minute and eventually you found yourself completely asleep on him.

Suguru laid with his thoughts. He stared up at the ceiling. His hand had stopped moving long ago.

The more he laid there, the more he drowned in his own thoughts. A world where Satoru could be normal? Could a place like that even exist…? No.. it was best to not even think about it.

He shook his head. He grabbed his phone from his pants pocket and read the notifications. One message from a few hours ago. Opening it, he smiled as he read what it said from Satoru.

Miss my babies so much!! I can’t wait to be home and snuggled in y’all’s arms!! <3

He raised his arm up and snapped a photo of you both and sent it to Satoru.

We miss you too, especially this one. Be safe toru and come home soon.

The living room went dark again as he placed his phone down. Pressing one last kiss to your forehead, he leaned back and rested his own eyes.

You both couldn’t wait for the day Satoru would return home.

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A small little story for y’all while I work on the bigger stuff! I just can’t leave y’all hanging <3 If you want a part two to this one where Satoru returns home just let me know and I’ll make it happen!! (I really need to go to sleep 😭)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

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Summery: Satoru is just trying to catch up on some sleep but unfortunately for him, two specific individuals have different ideas.

Poly!SatoSugu x Reader

Warnings: Mention of dicks, NOT PROOF READ

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Satoru turned and twisted in his sleep into a much more comfortable position. His shirt raised up showing his abs. His shorts low on his hips showing his white happy trail. One hand sticking behind his head as the other laid across the bed. One leg bunched up while the other stretched out. His mouth parted open slightly with drool seeping out the corner of his lips. His hair a complete mess as it went in every direction.

Suguru clamped a hand over his mouth as well as yours the moment Satoru groaned and moved into his new position. Staying completely still and quiet, y’all both watched him carefully until it was safe to relax.

“I told you not to do it so hard” Suguru whispered while giving you a side eye. “He’s a light sleeper most of the time”

“I didn’t do it that hard!” You mumble out against his hand.

Removing his hand from your mouth to speak properly, you looked at Satoru and grinned.

Satoru slept peacefully, completely unaware of the scheme his two lovers were doing.

“Wait, I have more. I’ll be back” You crawled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. After a few minutes you came back with a small box and tossed it over to Suguru.

He caught it with ease. Laying the box down onto the bed, he opened it and looked inside. He pulled out many packs of stickers, markers, and a few pens.

He shuffled through the packs of stickers before stopping on a certain pack and then just laughing out of pure shock. The last thing he expected as a sticker was this.

“You have dick stickers?” He laughed out as he flipped through the pack of them. Each was a different size, shape, and color.

“Thanks to Shoko I do” You grinned as you leaned over his shoulder and looked at them with him.

Suguru hummed out as he flipped back to the second page of stickers. He peeled one of the bigger ones off, leaned forwards and stuck it onto the center of Satoru’s forehead. He pressed the sticker down making sure it would stick.

“He looks so handsome now” You teased as you watched him.

Satoru let out a slight snore, itched his stomach and pressed his head back into the pillows.

You held in a chuckle, reached down and picked up a stack of hello kitty stickers. Sitting down criss-cross applesauce next to Satoru. You peeled off stickers and decorated his face with them.

Suguru moved up the bed and sat opposite of you on the other side of Satoru. He shuffled through more packs of stickers, decided on a few and stuck them onto the sleeping guy as well.

You both decorated Satoru’s face and neck in numerous stickers. Anytime he’d move y’all would both freeze, sit still and just hope he wouldn’t wake up fully.

After littering his face and neck in stickers. You grabbed your phone and snapped a few pictures from different angles. Suguru even posed for a few of those photos, just to show how proud of the work yall had done.

“He’s so gonna kill us when he wakes up” You laughed out as you looked through the photos you’d just taken. Suguru stood behind you looking at them as well.

He trailed his fingers up and down your side while watching you flip through the photos. “Didn’t you tell Satoru you’d make him some brownies?”

“Oh shit, yeah.. I totally forgot, thank you”

You patted his cheek as you turned and walked past him. He followed behind you to the kitchen.

“I don’t feel like doing homemade today.. He will just have to deal with the box version”

“He’ll love them anyway sweetheart” Suguru leaned against the counter and watched you as you read the back of the box.

He stared at you with such an adoration as you set the oven temperature and greased the glass plan. As you read off the ingredients you needed, Suguru retrieved them for you.

He stood beside you as he watched you whisk everything together.

“Do we have any chocolate chips left? Or did Satoru eat them all.. again?”

Suguru let out a hum as he pushed himself from the counter and checked the cabinets. He spotted the bag rolled up and tucked off in a corner. “We do”

He handed you the bag. You poured the entire bag into the mix and stirred it together.

“There.. now it’s extra chocolatey, just for him”

Pouring the mixture into the pan, you popped it into the oven and then placed the dirty dishes into the sink letting water fill up and set to make them easier to clean.

As you dried your hands, both you and Suguru heard a creak come from behind ya’ll.

“What was that?”

“..I don’t know” Suguru whispered

You both turned around slowly. Standing there in the doorway of the kitchen was Satoru. His right hand up, his index and middle fingers pointed upward.

“Imaginary technique… Hollow purple-”

“WAIT WAIT WAIT” You and Suguru scrambled in a panic.

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Summery: Each day seemed to tick by longer the more you weren’t there. So taking the issue into their own hands, they decided to pay you a little visit and figure out just why you weren’t showing up.

Poly!SatoSugu x Sick!Reader

Warning: Slightly suggestive at parts. Satoru being Satoru. NOT PROOFREAD!!!

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Tick tick tick

The ticking of the clock was the only sound that filled the classroom. Yaga’s lesson and mission speech was already over as he stepped out of the room to take an important call. He had spent most of the time lecturing Satoru about not putting up a veil like he said he would.

Of course like normal. Satoru mocked him under his breath as the door shut but it didn’t stop him from glancing at the empty desk right behind him. The desk you sat at. For three days now it had been empty and he wasn’t liking that.

“That’s it” His balled up hand slammed against the desk. “I’m tired of waiting. We’re going to their dorm the moment this damned class ends.” He declared.

“It’s only been three days Satoru-”

“Three days TOO LONG” he groaned out as he leaned back in his seat.

His glasses slipped down his nose slightly but he made no move to push them back up. The white board in front of him seemed to take the blunt of his stare almost like he blamed it for the troubles.

“We can’t just barge into their room if they don’t want us to” Suguru sighed out. It was like dealing with a child.. literally.

The other male fished his phone from his pocket and looked at the recent chats. He had been texting you occasionally, calling maybe a few times during the day but he had gotten no answer. Satoru wasn’t one that liked to be ignored. He’d take it personally and make it his life mission to teach anyone to not get on his bad side. He was the strongest after all, wasn’t he? He was entitled to do as pleased, or that’s how he saw it through his own perspective.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s been three days Suguru, THREE DAYS! They might be endanger or something. I don’t know! But I’m not waiting around anymore”

Suguru tapped his nails against the desk while in deep thought. Either go with Satoru after class and figure out the big question that lingered on both their minds or don’t go and let Satoru take the blunt of it all if you got mad. The option was simple actually. It was the light in the dark room.

“Augh.. oh hell, count me in” he smirked with his closed eyes

The blue in Satoru’s eyes sparkled with mischief from behind his glasses that sat perched on the tip of his nose

“I knew you’d come around” he voice sounded smug like he knew all along

The desk creaked as he leaned towards Suguru

“Be nice like how you are now and I’ll oil you up and treat you real nice tonight”

Suguru tilted his head and just stared at his best friend like he spit in his rice and insulted his bloodline. “..I’ll pass, thanks”

He shoved his face back from his personal bubble with an unsure smile.

The door slid open and Yaga came in, shutting his phone off and turning his attention toward the white haired male.

“Satoru Gojo, do you have something to tell me?”

“Shit..no?” He voice came out questioned like

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The rock skipped across the pavement hit onto the corner and disappeared somewhere into the grass. Another rock came tumbling down the pavement as Satoru kicked it. His head was tilted up towards the sky as he aimlessly kicked the rocks as he walked.

“Why am I getting yelled at by an oldy? She was fine”

Suguru turned his head enough to see Satoru out of the corner of his eye. “You threw her out of a 4 story building..”

“Okay and?” Satoru groaned out. He rolled his eyes with a slight scoff coming from under his breath “I made sure she got down safely. Not my fault she panicked like that”

Suguru rubbed the spot between his eyes “it is your fault Gojo..”

“Keep telling yourself that Suguru. It’s called gaslighting if you didn’t know” Satoru grinned as Suguru reached over and smacked the back of his head.

“Funny, I’m laughing hard” it went silent just to show how much he was laughing.

The silence filled them both as they continued to walk. Descending up the stairs and staring at the many doors to their left, “which one is their room again?”

“Satoru how do you not know which is-”

“I’m lying dumbass, of course I know which is my snookems room” He trailed on as the walked down the metal flooring.

“Never call them that again..” Suguru groaned out with a disgusted look plastered across his face.

They both stopped in front of a door. Satoru reached and tried the door to find it locked. Like normal. But none of them had the key to enter since you’d taken that privilege away a few weeks ago. They decided it would be a great idea to sneak into your dorm at 3 in the morning and just decorate the entire room in glitter and plaster embarrassing pictures of you everywhere across the walls and even the floorings. You spend that morning forcing them to clean everything up and they left with a bright red mark on their faces, maybe in other places too.

Suguru knocked on the door and stepped back. A few minutes passed and there was no answer. Satoru tried next, but knocked much louder so there would be absolutely no way you couldn’t hear it.

“Well.. Fearless leader, what now?” Suguru spoke as he turned his head to find himself standing completely alone now.. “Where did he? Oh..”

The door clicked opened as Satoru stood inside with a shit eatting grin. “No locked room is safe from me” He announced while opening the door wider and gesturing for his best friend to come in.

“You make that sound like a case” Suguru shut the door behind him with his foot.

The room was oddly silent. The lights turned off and the air turned down. The cold air nipped at their skin. Curtains were drawn closed letting no light in.

“Are you home?” Suguru called out lowly. He didn’t want to disrupt the peace but it felt like he did when he spoke.

He got no response.

They both shared a glance and headed towards the closed off bedroom. Satoru knocked on it but still they were meet with silence.

“Kinda creepy, I can’t lie..” Satoru mumbled out while he stared at the door suspiciously.

“Agreed”

The door knob turned with ease and Satoru pushed the door open. The door creaked against the hinges as it opened and thumbed against the wall softly. He scanned the room from the doorway but spotted nothing out of the ordinary.

“I can’t see a thing” Suguru leaned onto the door frame and peaked into the room “Can your 6 eyes sense anything?”

“Not a thing. So there’s no threat, unfortunately. I’d love to have a little fun today” He poked his head through as well.

“Helloo?” Satoru sung out

“I don’t think anyone is home”

Suguru stepped into the room using his hands to feel around for any furniture he may hit into. His knees hit a frame and he bend down and felt the mattress.

Satoru stumbled past him using his six eyes to navigate the room. He made his way to a nightstand where a lamp stood. His fingers curled around the ball and he tugged. The chain pulled down and the lamp flickered then brightened up, lighting up the room partially.

Suguru looked up and saw a lump beneath the covers “Well, it does look like someone is here”

“It does huh? I wonder who” Satoru bend over the bed and grabbed the covers. He pulled them back dramatically and uncovered the person beneath them.

“Well well well, looky who we have here” He spoke out in a sarcastic tone.

He shut his mouth instantly as you moved and raised your head up. Your eyes barely cracked open and you were dazed, confused.

“You look like complete shit..” He stared down at you intensely through his shades.

Suguru rounded the bed on the other side and stared at you as well. “Well it would make sense on why they haven’t been answering any calls nor have they been to class in a few days”

The lamp lights blinded you, they also didn’t help the raging headache you had. The entire world felt like it was spinning. It felt like you couldn’t focus on a single thing. Your eyes were too heavy to keep open. Your throat was parched and itchy. And the worst part was your nose was stuffed up forcing you to breathe through your mouth. It didn’t help your ears were clogged which made it harder to hear.

You muffled out a groan and forced your aching body to turn and face away from the lights. Every inch of your body hurt like you’ve ran 20 miles but you haven’t even been able to get out of bed.

Suguru bend forward and used one hand to balance himself and he pressed the back of his other hand onto your forehead.

“Holy shit you’re hot..” He kept his voice hushed as to not disturb you too much. His hand trailed down to your cheek. Your cheeks were a rosey red and felt like they were burning against his hand. “Definitely a fever. At least past 100”

You moved your head back from his hand. It felt like a hot rock was pressed against your face. Everything felt hot to the point you thought you were in a sauna.

Suguru watched as you barely opened your eyes again and finally looked at him. “Suguru?” Your voice came out small, unsure, and confused.

You moved slightly and glanced over your shoulder. Satoru stood there and it looked like he shined like a star in that blinding light.

“Satoru?”

“Your one and only baby”

“Now is not the time Satoru” Suguru sighed

“Aw, no fun”

Satoru pouted with a frown. His hands placed on his hips while he tilted his head down to examine you better. “No but seriously, you do look like complete shit. Are you feeling okay?”

“Do you look okay to you?” You groaned out as you faced away from him. Burying your face into a pillow seemed to help with the headache slightly.

“What are your symptoms?”

The bed dipped down as Suguru sat down. His hand laid on his knee while his other leg kept on the ground so he could get up faster if needed.

It took a moment for you to even answer. “Body hurts. I’m hot. My nose is stuffed up. My ears are clogged and I’m exhausted.” You rambled on as you listed everything.

“It sounds like a common cold” Suguru hummed out as he thought about it. “Do you have any medicine?”

“No” Your voice came out muffled from the pillow.

“Of course you don’t” Satoru groaned out while shaking his head “must we do everything for you?”

“I’ll beat the fuck out of you if you speak one more time Satoru..” You warned him with a slight growl in your voice.

“..Yes ma’am” He whispered out understanding he was walking a thin line now.

You all sat in silence for a while until Suguru stood up. “Only way you’re getting better is by medicine. So I’ll go out and get some. Satoru you stay here and keep them company. And get some water for them to drink. They look dehydrated..” Suguru glanced at you apologetically.

“Wait what” Satoru looked at his companion dumbfounded. “I don’t wanna stay here! What if I get sick and gross like them?!”

“Satoru..”

“I’m getting the water” He groaned out as he trailed behind Suguru like a hurt puppy.

A moment later Satoru came back alone with a bottle of water in his hand.

“Up and at em sicky, you need some water. You’re looking like a dryed up raisin that’s been left in the sun.” He plopped down beside you and shook the water. It splashed against the plastic then settled down once he stopped.

He slipped his hand beneath your back and helped sit up you up with you groaned and whined in protest. His hand gripped your hip gently and he shifted you closer to lean against his body.

The cap unscrewed easily and it dropped it down onto your lap. He brought the bottle up and pressed the rim of it against your lips.

“Open up sweet girl, it’s just water.”

You parted your lips and let the water flow into your mouth. Drinking a few gulps helped with your dry throat. Although it did hurt to swallow, it felt even better to finally have your throat not dry and itchy.

A few beads of water dripped down your lips from him lowering the bottle and letting you suck in a few breaths of air.

“You just look so kissable. I hope you know that” He mused out with a smile as his thumb stroked the water away from your chin.

“Can you for once not think with your dick?” You were annoyed already. Why couldn’t Suguru have stayed and he had went to get retrieve some medicine?

Satoru laughed out while pressing his cheek against the top of your head. “You love me”

He brought the bottle back up but you moved your head away declining it.

“You don’t have to drink anymore but you will drink some later” He placed the cap back on and screwed it tight.

The bottle dropped onto the nightstand as he moved and laid you down onto the bed. “Do you feel any better?”

“No” You moved and curled up beneath the covers.

To you it felt like the room got colder. But within a few minutes you’d be kicking the blankets off because you’d get hot again.

“Have you eaten anything?” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I keep throwing up my food when I eat..” Your voice came out small when you spoke. He just hummed and got up from the bed and headed out of the room.

Satoru searched your cabinet. Moving cans around, looking behind boxes, and reading labels. Finally he picked up a can of soup and read the instructions on the back of it.

“Just microwave it for 2 minutes in a microwave safe bowl? Seems simple enough” He opened the cabinet next to the sink and stared at the bowls inside. He grabbed a clear bowl and a blue bowl. “Does it matter which I use..? Surely they both are safe to microwave.”

He tossed the clear one back in and shut the cabinet before it could tumble out. That would be a problem for the next person who opened it.

Emptying the soup can into the bowl, he popped it into the microwave and pressed the 2 button. The microwave started up and the bowl span around slowly heating up.

He turned as he heard coughing from the doorway and dropped the now empty can into the trash bin.

“What are you doing Satoru?” You stood in the door way with a blanket wrapped around your shoulder. Your arms held the blanket up. Your hair was a complete mess and your eyes squeezed shut from the light in the kitchen.

“Making you soup- now why are you up?” He advanced towards you with a disapproval tone, “Your not supposed to be up. Your sick. Now back to bed”

His fingers gripped onto your thighs and he halled you up with your legs around his hips. His hand held your ass to keep you up as he walked back towards the bed.

You protested weakly but he didn’t give in.

Satoru dropped you down onto the bed. He pushed you down by your shoulders and pulled the blanket up your body. “Stay, the soup will be done in a moment. I don’t need Suguru on my ass for you being up.”

He clicked his tongue while shaking his head. “Even though I’d enjoy it”

“Freak..” you mumbled out while eyeing him disgustingly.

He sniffled out a laugh. The beeping from the microwave caught his attention and he disappeared from the room. A few moments later he returned with the bowl and spoon, stirring the soup up.

Positioning himself beside you, he helped you sit back up and against the wall. His shoulder bumped yours as he brought the spoon up to your mouth.

“Say ahh for daddy Gojo”

You kept your mouth shut but slowly turned your head towards him “never.. and I mean never. Refer to yourself like that again”

Regardless you opened your mouth and took the soup from the spoon. It didn’t taste bad. Maybe a bit too hot for your tongue but at least he didn’t burn it.

He kept feeding you the soup and as he was scraping off the extra from the side of bowl, Suguru walked in with a plastic bag in his hand. He looked up from shuffling around the bag. “Oh good, you got food in them”

He came up beside the bed and pulled a bottle from the bag. Undoing the packaging and reading the directions. He poured some of the liquid into the lid and handed it to you.

“It will taste bad, just a fair warning”

They both watched you patiently as you stared down at the liquid. It felt like it was mocking you. The liquid always tasted disgusting no matter what anyone said. It was always bitter.

Gaining the courage finally. You took the medicine like it was a shot and made the most disgusting face known to man. It made both boys bust into laughter.

You shook your head and handed the lid back to Suguru and he screwed it back onto the bottle.

“You’ve got to take it every 8 hours” Suguru said with a smile. He was quite enjoying your pain even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

He shuffled into the bag again and pulled out a can next. “I found a sprite. It should help with your stomach, or that’s what I’ve read online” He laid the sprite down onto the nightstand.

He places the bag down onto the ground next to the bed. Him and Satoru both helped you lay back down and pull the covers up. Satoru laid on one side of you and he laid on the other.

“We should turn on a show” Suguru suggested as he grabbed the remote and turned the Tv on. “And you can get some sleep.”

He flipped through a few show ideas and finally settled on a random show that none of yall would probably pay attention to. It was just for background noise.

You laid up against his side. His arm beneath you as he held you. He rested his head against your head and glanced at the Tv occasionally.

Satoru groaned out as he felt left out. Pushing himself up he shifted off the bed and circled around to the other side. He dropped down on the other side of Suguru. His cheek pressed against Suguru’s chest.

“Your clingy”

“And you love it” Satoru sounded amused.

It didn’t take long for Satoru to doze off slightly. It was difficult to get him to sleep so it was best to leave him alone and let him sleep while he could.

Suguru felt himself drifting off slightly as well.

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“Pretty girl.. You gotta take the medicine”

Suguru was trying his best to muffle his laughter. He didn’t want to wake Satoru but he was also trying to keep from upsetting you too much.

“I’m not taking any more of that disgusting shit!” You moved your head back in disgust.

After taking many doses of the medicine, you felt a lot better than before. But it didn’t help the fact you nearly gagged and threw up every time you had to take that dreadful medicine. It seemed to haunt you. That red liquid sloshing around in the clear lid. It just wanted you to drink it but you were refusing.

“Just take the damn medicine and chase it with a drink of water” He pressed the lid into your hand and got the water bottle ready for you to drink. “It’s best to just get it over with.”

You glanced down at it with a dreadful expression. Your mouth dried up at just the smell.

Sucking in a breath you downed the medicine in a gulp and stuck your tongue out in pure disgust. Suguru snickered and busted out into a low laugh. He tilted his head up while laughing but finally died down as you just death stared him.

“See? It wasn’t THAT bad”

“Suguru.. Shut your bitch ass up.”

“..sorry sweet thing” He fingers trailed across your cheek as he pressed a strand hair behind your ear.

He leaned in close. His lips brushing against yours in a ghostly kiss. He was about to press into the kiss but stopped against his will and shuffled back from you. “Probably shouldn’t huh..?”

“You caught that cherry smell, didn’t you?”

“Whatttt? Noooo” He glanced away nervously as his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Your terrible Suguru..” You couldn’t help the smile that cracked across your face. He was like another version of Satoru but way more tolerable. Just like two peas in a pod, you can’t have one without the other and you’d never change it for the world.

“There’d be something wrong if I wasn’t terrible” He grinned and flopped down.

He slipped a hand under Satoru’s head and rolled him into his body. He pressed a kiss against the other males forehead. “Come lay down”

He motioned for you to join. His arm outstretched for you to lay down with him.

His arm wrapped around your waist as you laid down against him. Your eyes shutting the moment your head hit against his upper chest. You reached out and laid a hand against Satoru just to be able to feel him as well when you slept.

It was peaceful to have them both here. Almost like a quiet reassurance that you’d never be alone. Not in this life and not in the next. You’d always have the duo, and they helped you sleep. Knowing you’re safe and with the people you loved the most. Nothing could ever go wrong..

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You stood at the foot of the bed. Hands placed on your hips, foot tapping against the ground, eyebrow raised, and a disappointed glare settled onto the two men that lay in your bed.

“I hate this! This is absolutely bullshit!” Satoru whined out as he coughed violently.

After spending a few days taking care of you, they both came down with whatever you had. Now it felt like you were watching over two toddlers as they whined and groaned about being sick.

“This is all YOUR fault” Satoru pointed an accusing finger at you. His back arched as he moved and sneezed. He flopped back down while letting out the most loudest groan. “I’m never helping you again if you’re sick”

Suguru forced out a chuckle but got smacked in the chest and let out a violent cough while wheezing.

“I don’t wanna hear anything” He glared at Suguru.

“If anyone is to blame it’s you” Suguru protested while turning his head towards Satoru.

“Alright, alright. Stop fighting like two year olds. It’s not gonna make the sickness go away”

You spoke before either got a chance to let the argument continue.

Humming out you picked up the medicine bottle and smiled. Raising it up for them to see, you shook the bottle and the medicine sloshed around inside. “Guess who’s turn it is now”

They both stared at you terrified.

“Fuck me..” Suguru whined out while dropping his head onto the pillow

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Summary: Osamu is baffled upon returning home to find this four-legged creature running around his apartment. This monstrosity was causing a problem, and not to mention how you insulted him! How could you betray his trust like that?!

<☆> Osamu Dazai x Gn! Reader

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"Don't be mad.."

Was the first sentence Dazai heard as soon as he walked through the door. Actually, no, he didn't even manage to get through the door. He had just opened the door when the sentence hit him like a sack of bricks.

"I could never be mad at you, sweet pea" He teased out with his signature grin.

He shrugged off his trench coat and threw it aimlessly onto the couch. His slender fingers were already making work to pull off his bolo tie, which was dropped onto his coat next.

His nail raked across your cheekbone, then down to your chin as he walked past. Dazai was humming out that Suicide song he normally sang to pass time at the agency. He had one mission in mind, get a nice cold beverage.

The fridge opened with a slight forceful tug. Perhaps it was time to look into getting a newer refrigerator. But atlase, how could he afford such a thing? Surely Kunikida wouldn't mind if he just borrowed his card to get a new one, right?

Dazai's eyes flickered between a couple of options. Of course, all options were sweet based. Why wouldn't they be? And he finally decided on a drink on the lower shelf that just seemed to scream his name.

Bark

In mid reach, he stopped abruptly. His fingers twitching as they touched the cold glass but never made the attempt to grab the bottle. The cold air nipped at his skin the longer he stood there hunched over the opened fridge.

"Dazai, just listen to me before making a rash decision." You had to place a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing out at the facial expression he was making.

Dazai rose and stood up straight. The fridge door shutting was the only sound that echoed throughout the tiny kitchen. He did that dramatic turn you'd see in movies that made you want to laugh even more. He stared at you with a dumbfounded expression plastered across his face. His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes not knowing what to do at this point. Does he stare at you or at the door that is currently shut to the left of him?

"..Please tell me that's not what i think it is." He sounded so serious, which was a shocker. Of course, you'd seen him be serious many times, but that's only during predicaments that he needed to be serious about.

"Of course, it's not what you think it is, Osamu. It's just a figment of your imaginati-" The barking interrupted your speech. You fell silent. The entire apartment fell silent. There was no defending yourself now. Was there?

"Just..Just hear me out first!"

".. Why is there a dog in my apartment?"

"Dazai just listen first-"

"Ayt no no no, you answer my question first, Belladonna." He left absolutely no room for discussion. He wanted an answer, and he wanted it now.

You let out a sigh in defeat.

"I'm just dog sitting for a few hours. A coworker of mine went to grab some supplies from a store and needed someone to watch him in the meantime, so I kinda..volunteered. but Dazai, he's so adorable! You've got to see him. He reminds me of you!"

That sentence alone made him groan in disgust. Did you seriously just compare him to a slimey, annoying, energetic, and not to mention little monster? He was baffled.

"I know damn well you didn't just compare me to a dog. And for your information, I'm so much more cuter! And no i dont want to see it-"

Too late. You had already slid the door open, and the little energetic beast came sprinting out like it was on a mission. It barked around in joy as it sprinted across the entire apartment. He bounced onto the futon and then bounced right back off. He slumped and rolled around on the carpet, then took off running again.

The little fluff ball ran between Dazai's legs, causing him to stumble back and slam his hips into the counter. He whined out in protest as he rubbed the now sore spot, but the sound of growling caught his attention immediately.

The little guy was currently tugging and wiping his head back and front with Dazai's comforter in his mouth. It was shocked how the little guy didn't get whiplash from doing that.

"NO WAIT, NOT MY BLANKETS!" Dazai sprung forwards in attempts to stop the little gremlin from destroying his blanket.

He held the little puppy up like it was a rag doll. It's tail just a wagging happily as he stared at you with his big brown eyes.

It was a little dark brown poodle. His fur curly and shiny. His eyes dark and round. He stuck his tongue out, panting happily at the amount of funny he just had.

He wiggled and flopped around in Dazai's arms til he managed to whip his head around and attack Dazai's face with licks. Dazai let out the most loudest shriek you'd ever heard him let out and dropped the puppy onto the mattress below. Luckily, no harm was done to the puppy, but Dazai would state otherwise about his poor, beautiful face.

You bent down and picked up the puppy as it practically jumped and nuzzled into your welcoming arms. Dazai stood up and stared at you like you just insulted his entire blood line, well.. basically just him then.

"You're picking that dog over me!" He protested out in attempts to guilt trip you. Of course, it didn't work

"I'm not picking anything Dazai"

"Yes, you are!!"

Honestly, it felt like you were arguing with a child. Or maybe a brick wall. Perhaps both at this point.

The little puppy wiggled and jumped out of your arms and locked onto his target. He skid across the tiles and latched onto the bottom of Dazai's tan pants, and began to tug like his life depended on it.

Dazai stumbled back and attempted to shake it off his pants

"BAD DOG, NO NO BAD! OFF OFF! HELP!" You couldn't breathe at this point. You'd never seen him get worked up like this. It was practically a form of entertainment.

"QUIT JUST STANDING THERE LIKE THIS IS A COMEDY SHOW AND HELP POOR LITTLE OL ME OUT!" He shrieked loudly as his attempts to get away from this ferocious dog failed. Surely you'd be getting a knock at the door eventually due to a noise complaint from a different member of the agency.

Finally, the little puppy got distracted with something else and ran off to probably destroy that next. Which left Dazai in a frenzy to try and keep the thing from destroying his entire apartment.

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Everything had finally settled down after an hour. The puppy tired himself out and found a cozy spot on your lap to nap in. Dazai laid across the futon, his legs swung over the arm of the futon as he covered his eyes with his arm. Somehow, he managed to tucker himself out from running around his entire apartment after that little puppy.

You let the puppy down as a few knocks were heard from the door. The puppy wondered off somewhere, perhaps to cause more mischief. You opened the door and smiled brightly at the coworker who came to retrieve his little guy

"How was he? Did he behave, or did he give you problems?" Your coworker questioned as he pushed the hair back from his face.

"Aw, well. He wasn't too bad. But definitely a handful." You laughed out

You glanced around the room but didn't see the little guy at first, so you called out for him. No bark or even sounds could be heard. Where'd he run off to? It took a few minutes of searching the apartment before you spotted the new spot he decided to sleep at. And the spot he chose made you smile wide

The puppy had nuzzled between Dazai's arm and side. He slept peacefully with his head buried into Dazai's body. It was the cutest sight to see. So, of course, naturally, you pulled out your phone and snapped a few photos.

It was almost like a game of spot the difference. Except it was impossible to complete since they looked the exact same.

You chatted with your coworker for a moment before he had to leave.

"What a mutt.. Just like his owner." Dazai grumbled out as he flipped onto his side facing the futon.

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"So I was thinking.." Your voice trailed off as you slid a finger up his chest

"Don't hurt yourself, sweetheart," Dazai teased with a smile.

You grumbled out words under your breath with a roll of your eyes

"Hahah, funny. But I think we should get a dog"

"Absolutely not." He didn't hesitate, not even for a second

He let out a small sigh and trailed his eyes from the TV to you. "Why do you want a dog? They are pesky little creatures. I dont understand why anyone would want one." He groaned out with a pouty frown on his face

"Because they are so cute!"

"Well, aren't I cute enough?!"

Dazai protested with an offended look shining in his eyes. His fingers trailed under your shirt and traced your collar bone.

"What if I dress like a dog? Will that be enough for you? Get some dog ears.. bark for you.." He leaned in closer, his voice dropped an octave.

He let out a seductive bark, which had you shoving his face away as he laughed out loudly.

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